Monday, March 15, 2010
On the plane back from Chicago, I heard a man loudly declare to the stewardess:
"Excuse me. I ordered tomato juice, but this one has ice in it. I asked for no ice."
Naturally, I felt only ill will toward this hapless nobody, and wished for the emergency exit to burst open, sucking him and his ego out into the heavens.
But perhaps I'm a bit too harsh - he did pay for the ticket after all, and in America isn't the customer always right? Then again, it's not a fucking bistro - it's a tiny metal cart with 400 people waiting in line to get their drink, as flying makes you preternaturally thirsty.
So was he a dick?